Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Yemen and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Todd Rundgren to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Das Ding,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Index,
The Gun Club,
Faraquet,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Byrd,
Wolf Eyes,
Arcadia,
Black Moon,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Tremeloes,
Loose Ends,
48th St. Collective,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Names,
Liliput,
Bronski Beat,
Tomorrow,
Donald Byrd,
Mark Hollis,
the Germs,
The Velvet Underground,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Green,
Joyce Sims,
Chrome,
Sexual Harrassment,
a-ha,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Doobie Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
Ronan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slackers,
Moby Grape,
Half Japanese,
Aswad,
Man Eating Sloth,
Babytalk,
Roxy Music,
A Certain Ratio,
New Age Steppers,
CMW,
UT,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yaz,
Gang of Four,
kango's stein massive,
Junior Murvin,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New York Dolls,
Hardrive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Anthony Braxton,
In Retrospect,
The Selecter,
Inner City,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.